Happiness. It's relative.
The toaster goes back in the cupboard under the counter when it’s not being used. The spices are in a drawer, everything visible right away. No lost time searching for the right one. On the window ledge and on the wall are the people… Continue Reading “In My Daughter’s Kitchen”
The new sink asks for experiments, offers to wash body parts, expects the unspeakable to be stuffed down the drain; the dim light of the kitchen catching the gleaming promise not to tell. _________________________ 33 words in honor of my newly remodeled kitchen and… Continue Reading “Things Change”
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